Boy, are the turkeys ever being quiet this spring – at least where I’ve been hunting. It leaves one wondering if there are any birds in the neighborhood. I’ve seen three nice toms — all in the afternoon and well past legal shooting hours. One of them stood at the edge of the road showing off his beautiful feathers less than 15 feet away from where I sat in my car watching him.
The other two toms were escorting about a dozen hens in a cut corn field. That was an area where I’ve never hunted, so I’m going to knock on a couple doors next week and see if there is a chance of hunting for those birds. There is a movement afoot across the state to have the turkey season extended beyond the morning hours. Many states have an all-day season, which gives more people the chance to hunt or to do more hunting than they could under our present regulations.
It is hard to get interested in doing just about anything outdoors lately. The cold and the rain are not something I want to brave after coming back from the daily hot Florida weather.
I did manage to get 100 night crawlers before the weather turned nasty, but I haven’t sacrificed a one of them to the bullheads or even to the trout.
The rain was something we have really been needing and I’m actually glad it has come when it did. By that, I mean I would rather have it now than during the first week of turkey season.
I checked with my writer friend in Canton and he told me that the bullheads hadn’t come in yet on the St. Lawrence River bays and tributaries. He keeps pretty close track and his son is always prospecting for the first spot where they really begin biting.
Yes indeed folks, Sweet Thing and I will be back in your midst next week.
We have been in the process of shutting things down in Florida and packing everything that has to go home.
As I write this column, we are figuring out how to stow the items in the truck that must make it back north. I have finally gotten to the point that we no longer look like the Beverly Hillbillies once we are ready to leave. We have Florida things and Fulton things and each pretty much stays put
When packing for the journey, the dog and cat are givens, and so is my computer, but thank goodness Sweet Thing bought me a lap top for our 50th anniversary, so packing my computer is now a snap and takes up almost no space.
It wasn’t easy getting everyone up and around at 5 a.m. for a day’s fishing off shore, but I had the coffee going and had stopped all the snoring noises by 5:15 a.m.
It wasn’t too long after that we were getting into the car for our journey to Ft. Pierce, where we would be meeting Captain Rich for a day’s outing on the charter boat, “FINS.” We actually arrived at the Ft. Pierce Marina dock about five minutes early even though we made a stop at Dunkin Doughnuts for breakfast sandwiches. It was the beginning of a great guys day.
My four sons, Tim, Brett, Matt, and Ben, along with Tim’s son, Nathaniel, had been looking forward to this trip with dad or grampa, in Nathaniel’s case, for some time, and now it was all coming together.
I missed getting a column in last week because I just got too busy, and by the time I realized it, my deadline had come and gone.
That’s not a good thing! We have our four “boys” down here, plus four grandchildren, and we have been going, going, going.
Monday, we got in a bit of fishing, but mainly we gathered a big bucket of oysters. Tuesday the guys and I were out fishing all day. We caught lots of lady fish, and a good number of silver trout. We added a few gaff-topsail catfish, and yours truly caught a nice Spanish mackerel about 4 pounds.
Every time Tim calls me and tells me how nice the weather is back home, I can’t help but think of all the times when it was sunny and warm here and I called him to see how much snow had fallen the night before.
It’s not cold here, but I still feel like the shoe is on the other foot. It has been up in the 80s a number of times recently, but Oswego County temperatures have been soaring not far behind us. It’s hard to believe.
You see, this was the year that I planned to come home early enough to get in on the bullhead fishing. Now, I’m hoping that you all will save a few for me and that the ones still in the lake will still be biting some at least when I get home.